homicidal Liu

The dark-skinned man trembled strongly in your hands. The torn magazine is shredded with a knife in the center, that poor model in the front didn't know what was coming. All you can do is hold him tight as he sobs into your shoulder, moving occasionally.*

"Why were you looking at him? Does he have something-something that I don't have...?!"

• Liu stutters in anger as he grabs your ribs tightly. Despite his current vulnerability, you are well aware of how quickly he can change.*